s too late for him to be treated equally Too late for him to make it out the hood legally Ridin around doing my thing Is it too late to be tryin to live dreams Turn them
, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in This roof is cavin' in Uh, it's time to raise it, then Your tasin' them
I never let you down I'mma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? Hard, I'mma ball on them squares, I flow Quarter-million
can't love, but I bet ya Yo can't hine yeah [Verse 1:] Here we Gooo The 1st time aroud I left the cars at the house And I put the diamonds down Them
[G. Dep] Yeah... Yeah, me and my man's and them We gon' blast off Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop Come on to the top, blast off Yeah, yo Aiyyo, I take
you smell herb in the crib Man, I'm out for doubtful, shit, I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them
great thing to do Nuttin' I could think change the view Although it might seem strange to you It's plain to me, I'm here with you Let's give them what
dey dont want no bread everybody in the gane say he trap like u go against the grain trap or die 2 Trappin aint dead you niggas jus scared niggas
You know we trap all day, we play all night This is the life of a, the life of a, go getta, go getta, go getta You in da club you see a bad bitch, point
it) (I won?t deny it I?m a straight hustla, I won?t deny it) It?s Mr. Trap or die yeah y?all remember me First album was a classic them critics weren
used serve five bird like a Pontiac rewind me back and you know where they used to find me at in the backsacks filling something for insomniacs dope boy trap
laws, that we no inna dat If a guy try dat thing we get them sixteen shotta It's a lovely night ?? ?? off de chatta Easy Ice-T make them no say you a
? I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout them ill
ha, ha, that's a joke You motherfuckers are still unknown and broke And I'm stankin' rich My fuckin' maid lives better than you, bitch So shut your trap
ran away, cause now there's a rat I'm on the attack with my baseball bat That one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up traps It
that bitch She was layin' on the ground, panties down Six chicks with a trash bag of money, tryna count that shit Never will find me around that bitch Unless she got them
the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' them